Lyrics

the furrowed bed of sand worries againas it had before, waves left the land.for the falling leaves the child weepeing alone,he's letting go of the anchor and all the lines...waiting for the fingers of the grey waveof his mother's hand to roll over himwith endless water... 10,000 bridgesshow me father.now I'm older, now much olderand this wake can take me out to sea.and this wake can take me out to sea.I can see her, she is calling meI can feel her there...I can feel her there.waiting for the fingers of the grey waveor his mother's hand to roll over himwith endless water... 10,000 bridgesshow me father